A Message Poem by Ander Greigon

Besides my ordinaries,
A lot of us were worries
But to reconcile redemption;
I mildly till the reckon:

Beset by all the junctures,
Alit through all the fistures
With aim was my computy;
Not lame, oh, very witty

Behold the reputation,
Was to securely reckon
Behind the lines of fury;
A right was my allury

Because the very basis,
Was not becoming and fuss
The call to the community;
And be a breathe to duty

Be clause to duly vices,
Was to performly incest
Behind the very notion;
A bump was only junction

A please would vary session,
Aboard was not to price span
Ahold the fice and beauty;
Be loved to a knowly.